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“On your stomach.” Delia smacked Helena’s thigh before urging her to turn over. “I hate to see the rest of you leave my sight, but I’ve got something important to do…”
Helena was ready before Delia stopped talking. In that time, she could have gotten her shit together!
It did give her time to toy with the woman with an insatiable sexual appetite though. Delia wasn’t a wonder woman who could be ready in three seconds flat, as much as she wished she could be. There was prep. There was getting herself into the right headspace.
And there was coaxing her partner to surrender the most intimate parts of her body.
The intense cries of pleasure were worth it, though. So was the sight of Helena submerging her head into a pillow, her hair free and spread across her back like a blanket of black sky, the speck of her skin showing in between curly strands like the stars on a bright and clear night. It was too dark in that starlit room to see the details of Helena’s skin, but it didn’t stop Delia from knowing that her thumbs left red imprints on her girlfriend’s hips and the sheets wrinkled beneath their bodies. Every time Delia thrust forward, the headboard hit the wall in the kind of rhythmic fashion that spoke a powerful testimony toward their lovemaking. Divine. Sublime. Utterly in line with how Delia wanted to do this for the rest of her life.
She stilled her hips, moving her hands up to Helena’s shoulders and forcing her head up for a kiss on the cheek.
“You might be the perfect woman,” she hissed into her girlfriend’s ear. “Tell me, can you live without me now?”
Helena pressed the pillow deeper beneath her torso. “I don’t want to, no.”
That’s all Delia had to hear. She slammed her hips forward again, eliciting the kind of earth-shattering groan that the neighbors inevitably heard in their dreams.
“This is mine.” Delia’s grip pressed so hard into Helena’s skin that there was no longer any resistance. Like Helena could no longer resist what careened into her with the force of a woman falling in love. “Every part of you has been made mine now.”
“You act like this is the first time you’ve fucked my ass,” Helena spat into the pillow. “The only difference is that I begged for it this time.”
“You begged for it last time, too.”
A startled chuckle brought Helena’s head up again. “Once we got started…”
“Do you argue with me, though?” Delia would keep reining in this attitude until she ultimately got what she wanted. Her acquiescence. Helena’s tacit agreement that Delia could have her, tonight, tomorrow, forever. None of this was new to Delia, who had done these things with a dozen other women in the past ten years. But the feelings were new. She had finally met her match, the woman who could keep up with her in the bedroom and understand her needs even when in public. The age gap didn’t even bother her anymore. Helena was well enough into her womanhood. She knew what she wanted. She was already going after it.
She had wanted Delia, after all. And she got me.
“If only you could have done this to me in front of all those people…”
“Keep dreaming, sweetheart. Maybe on your birthday.”
Another laugh. “Finish me off there, would you? My pussy is lonely again.”
“I’ll have to get out another toy for that.”
“So? Get to it.”
There it was. The demanding brat who had enchanted Delia’s heart.
Anyone who made her feel this way got the royal treatment. Helena was a princess, after all. Let her have the world, as long as it was contained in this bed.
And as long as she agreed that Delia was her minder, her consort, her regent. The crown belonged to Helena Pierce, but it was Delia Benoist who pulled the strings from behind the curtain.
When Delia swapped toys a few minutes later, she made sure to throw herself a bone. She wanted to hear her own orgasmic screams overpower the cries of unbridled lust imbuing themselves into her bed.
Everything was its own ecosystem. The night, the woman, and the furious lovemaking. One could not live without the others. Not even Delia, who already felt so cheated that it took so long for her to finally meet her equal.
Chapter 23
Helena was presented with an infuriating situation.
No, it wasn’t that someone was falling in love with her – she was neutral to that. Nor was it her feelings luring her deeper into Delia’s delightful web – she felt safer with this woman than any other she had been with.
What pissed Helena off was that she couldn’t simply stay in New England and see where this relationship went. For the first time in her life, she saw a potential future with someone who saw her as more than the occasional toy to liven up another relationship. It gave her a new perspective on all the other “real” relationships she had experienced since leaving home, realizing that none of them had been real at all. Wasn’t that fine at the time? She was getting most of this out of her system before capitulating to some preordained life script other people had written for her. Now?
She liked Delia. They had fun together. She didn’t treat Helena like a kid who didn’t know what she wanted or only wanted her for her youth. Helena didn’t even know this had been possible when she left Olympia for a journey of self-discovery through sex. I knew people would want to use me, and I was fine with that. It had been part of the appeal at first. Being validated by strangers who barely knew her name had a certain ring to it. She was prepared to put it all behind her once her gap year ended.